The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1887-12-03
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tell-tale sign Of anguished eyes or changing

tell-tale sign of anguished eyes or changing
color can betray the secret of her heart.
Late that evening, when Marsh Greyson
entered the parlor viii h he thought de-
serted, he saw her again-the slight, grace
full form on low seat in the furthest cor
ner In dropping, hstless attitude, which
makes him pause and look at her with an
unreadable expressionon his fair, handsome
face.
She is unconscious of his presence, and the
dark, proud little head droods lower owl
the book lying in her lap, which he can see
she is not reading.
Suddenly passionate light leaps into
the glowing deep-blue eyes, and some swift
and desperate resolve kindlcs in the lair,
sweeping before it every vestge' Of doubt
and hesitation. He crosses the room with
firm and rapid strides and stands beside
her.
Kathleen" he murmurs, in low ycice
intense with feeling, bending oyer her,
Kathleen, look up, and let me tell you
mething-something which must and
will tell you, although"
He stops, for the dropping face, lifted
with little start at first, now meets his
glance calmly and with smiling pride.
'ITait, Marsh - she interrupts with a
little laugh, which is neither bitter nor
sweet, yet sounds very unlike Kathleen's
own joyous, trlling laughter. wait!
have something to tell you also, and
know you will be surprised and pleased at
my good fortune. Seer'-and she held up
one small white hand on which magnif-
cent jewel glittered in the faint gaslight-
sit is Richard Godmore's gift; accep
him this evening"
He has stepped back pace or two, and
stands staring down upon her smiling
beautiful face with hopeless eyes and color
less, set lips.
''You will be Richard Goldmore's wife?''
he uttered, slowly and hollowly, as she fin
ished her announcement with a little tri-
umphant thrill in her clear voice. "And
you are proud and happy in the thought? |
pray you will not regret it, Kathleen, little
sister, '-huskily-"and now good-bver'
He bends down as if to touch his lips to
her brow, but draws back abruptly, and
walks away from her, never pausing OF
glancing back until the door is closed be-
tween them.
Ten years drag slowly by when one is
| fnIf hu haa ri nx- I,afn me-
and so thinks Mrs. Goldmore, moving like
queen through the brilliant salon, radiant
in her priceless jewels and her own rare,
flower like beauty,
However, she is a widow now. For two
years she has been free from her golden
fetters- free t. mingle again in the pleas
ures of the world, and TO give her hand
and heart together if it should please hel
to do so.
But nothing is further from her thought:
than love or marriage,
During the evening she finds herself, fol
time all alone in one of the small RECEIPT
ion-rooms which her hostess has thrown
open to her guests; and with a sigh of re
lief she leans back on the sofa, listening
dreamily to the low strains of walt;
that float in from the rooms beyond
With her beautiful dark eyes half closet
she is thinking of the past, and step OF
the thick velvet carpet near he is un
needed
Then a low, deep voice, which seems t
belong to her dream of the past, startle
her into sudden, viyiG wakefulness.
''Kathleen!" exclaims that low volct
close beside her.
For one instant swift, intense fash o
. Joy rradiates every feature of her exquisite
dainty face.
: Then she remembers ALL and she draw
J back anost haughtily from the fair, hand
u some man who stands before her with til
light Of glad surprise shining in his dark
Il blue eyes.
# But he seems not to notice the scornfu
= little movement, and sinks down besid
. her upon the sofa, taking her white, jewele
hand in his.
: ''Ten yearsp' he says, half dreamily
= looking into the lovely face which has los
n its girlsh dimples and sparkle, yet seem
loyeier than ever. at is ten years, Katf
leen, since you left my life empty and dc
= solate by your splendid marriage"
II She laughs-a low, half-bitter laugh, tina
ls tells its own story of derision and unbt
, lief.
q ''You were intending to be married youl
r self at that time," she replies coldly
-e "You said as much, think, on the day
#, you refer"
y "Ip'-with look of deep astonishmen
)t "Ah Kathleen! the only women | eve
-e cared to win was forbidden by her prou
ls father to even think of. Your father
"My fatherw she echoes, her dark eye
turning upon him with new, strange ligl
y in their growing depths.
E, ''Yes, Kathleen, the night before you
"A bstrothal Judge Buell. summoned me to I'll
library for an interview, which robbed m
Of every hope had dared to cherish befol
IS he spoke. He reminded me of all he ha
III done for me, his protege; and of the dee
a. interest which he would ever take in m
. future welfare. And by all those sacre
IS obligations, he appealed to my sense
lie honor TO speak no work of love he had 81
er spected to his only daughter. He had othe
I. higher views concerning her, and"
o -"Oh, / see it now! | wronged yol
ie Marsh,' she interrupts, her low toni
broken with excess of happiness. 'Fo
ii give me, dear. You have only my FOOLS
jealous love to blame for our long-separatC
er lives. II had only knownp'
S. But the mistake matters little now. Tho
e, ten years are forgotten, like dead leav
!, that drift before the wind; and only u
+" warm, sweet present, the thrilling glanc
the low, impassioned whisper, and cage
* lovers promises for all the future, are r
n membered
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